Sauvecito Lyrics
[Yung Gravy:]
Jason Rich on the Beat, baby!
Pull up with the juice, might splash like the ocean
Ridin` in the coupe, bumpin gas and I`m coastin`
Sippin` on the juice, on the sauce, on the potion
Your bitch came through with a whole lotta lotion
Souped up in the real smooth material
Two percent flex like the milk in my cereal
That`s the Cheerios, feeling so ethereal
I became your dad that`s a motherfucking miracle
See me running to that Guap, pockets got the guala
Bentley flip flops got me lookin like a balla Igoudala
Sippin in the morning lookin like a Alcoholic
But I`m not, I just wake up sip a cup and fuckin frolic
Gravy and yo bitch boutta smash like a comet
Pounds in my pockets and them pesos in my wallet
IPhone 5 but yo bitch tryna call it
Said she want the splash so I`m turning on the faucet
Cuddled up with yo girl smokin on cabana
Me and DRAM with your mama lit in the Bahamas
Damn she bad, she a bad mama jama
I`m in my pajamas getting topped up in the Honda
That`s the civic
Got these bitches livid
Gravy so exquisite when I pull up and I whip it
All these bitches tippin
I ain`t even stripping
Reflections off my wrist leaving em blinded leave em trippin
Pull up with the juice, might splash like the ocean
Ridin` in the coupe, bumpin gas and I`m coastin`
Sippin` on the juice, on the sauce, on the potion
Your bitch came through with a whole lotta lotion
Souped up in the real smooth material
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Two percent flex like the milk in my cereal
That`s the Cheerios, feeling so ethereal
I became your dad that`s a motherfucking miracle
[DRAM:]
Aye, Look
Pull up to new spot on
At the new lot, on the top won`t go to your boo`s spot it`s too packed it`s too hot
We would rather cool at mine shoot the breeze
Fuck two times
We would rather do a line than wait outside
I don`t do lines
Overhead like rooftops
And blue skies and chem trails down to earth like green grass and pavements and trash cans
I been talkin` trash please don`t wash my mouth with soap
I be talkin` cash and that`s as dirty as it goes
Make it flip, flip, flip like three gymnastics at the first olympics In Greece and Athens
Your ho on the Gravy Train, just thotin and that`s it
Hope your on the paper chasin` not chasen that bitch
Yeah
[Yung Gravy:]
Pull up with the juice, might splash like the ocean
Ridin` in the coupe, bumpin gas and I`m coastin`
Sippin` on the juice, on the sauce, on the potion
Your bitch came through with a whole lotta lotion
Souped up in the real smooth material
Two percent flex like the milk in my cereal
That`s the Cheerios, feeling so ethereal
I became your dad that`s a motherfucking miracle
